Twelve followers form
the bright scion’s circle. Whose
tiara—scythe—shines?
–––
[John 8:12]
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Carminum and writers in Poets and other communities.
Left lean means—allowed a re(a)d handful—crowd meanings, chimes, in minute lines. ——— [‘Minute’: “marked by close attention to details”; ‘chime’: “the rhythm, ‘music’, or ‘ring’ of verse; fig. accord.”]
By Carminum3 years ago in Poets
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charlton3 days ago in Poets
Cold can sweats in palm, One silver drop rolls downhill, Spills onto thumb knuckle.
By Edward Smith4 days ago in Poets
Dear Rafi, You’re very distracting to work around. For the first second I saw you the other day, I thought you were some type of executive. It took a moment to realize no, you were just the new guy, dressed up for the job he wants. Be still, my heart.
By Gabriel Shames4 days ago in Pride
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.